Benefits Video (MV)
Che - Benefits Lyrics
I walk in at 6 in the morning
Got paid a good bag from performing
I call up my bitch who be whoring
Ferrari if she was a foreign
She pull up
Then move in accordance
I beat her back
And im roaring
Then back to being lone
In the portrait
And if you dont get what my point is
Point is
Point is
Point is
Money , money, Cudi
Only things that come close
Riding solo
Aint no us I got me like im supposed to
Aint no us I got me like im supposed to
Young nigga
Want blues up
Bitch not friends
Yeah
I just want the bands band
Yeah
Na na na
People they might change
But you know money stay the same
No
Put that put that
Shit on everything
Niggas think
Into shit
For their own
Benefit
When the shit get real
Aint a friend
Checking in
They say more money
More problems
But im addicted to commas
My niggas strapped
If we assume theres a problem
My niggas ready resolved it
Gun for my back
I wear my heart on my sleeve
My niggas watch where i bleed
I aint even blood
But maybe i should be crip
Cause blue money all that i need yeah yeah
Heart heart cold
Just like a demon yeah
I been hitting up the plug
Serving drugs
Giving deals to my dealer yeah
What the f*ck you thought it was
Having dreams aint free
Im the best to know
I was raising every dime
Selling damn near everything in the crib
For the studio
Thank god
I aint die upon the block
While goin down to see my bro bro
For them nights
I was hustling
From the morning time
Till the sun gone
Late nights
I was walking home
I was all alone
Moving dolo
Coulda got capped
Pulled my top back
Like a jerry curl
For my soul glow
But my niggas vets
Told me how to get a check
Showed me how to see a rat
Cause so many die
Man they tryna take my shine
For money power and respect
Jealousy greed
Really all a nigga need
To try to go make it my time
I pray to god
I dont get left at the light
Cause i aint go pick up that fire
Young nigga
Want blues up
Bitch not friends
Yeah
I just want the bands band
Yeah
Na na na
People they might change
But you know money stay the same
No
Put that put that
Shit on everything
Niggas think
Into shit
For their own
Benefit
I walk in at 6 in the morning
Got paid a good bag from performing
I call up my bitch who be whoring
Ferrari if she was a foreign
She pull up
Then move in accordance
I beat her back
And im roaring
Then back to being lone
In the portrait
And if you dont get what my point is
Point is
Point is
Point is
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I walk in at 6 in the morning
Got paid a good bag from performing
I call up my bitch who be whoring
Ferrari if she was a foreign
She pull up
Then move in accordance
I beat her back
And im roaring
Then back to being lone
In the portrait
And if you dont get what my point is
Point is
Point is
Point is
Money , money, Cudi
Only things that come close
Riding solo
Aint no us I got me like im supposed to
Aint no us I got me like im supposed to
Young nigga
Want blues up
Bitch not friends
Yeah
I just want the bands band
Yeah
Na na na
People they might change
But you know money stay the same
No
Put that put that
Shit on everything
Niggas think
Into shit
For their own
Benefit
When the shit get real
Aint a friend
Checking in
They say more money
More problems
But im addicted to commas
My niggas strapped
If we assume theres a problem
My niggas ready resolved it
Gun for my back
I wear my heart on my sleeve
My niggas watch where i bleed
I aint even blood
But maybe i should be crip
Cause blue money all that i need yeah yeah
Heart heart cold
Just like a demon yeah
I been hitting up the plug
Serving drugs
Giving deals to my dealer yeah
What the f*ck you thought it was
Having dreams aint free
Im the best to know
I was raising every dime
Selling damn near everything in the crib
For the studio
Thank god
I aint die upon the block
While goin down to see my bro bro
For them nights
I was hustling
From the morning time
Till the sun gone
Late nights
I was walking home
I was all alone
Moving dolo
Coulda got capped
Pulled my top back
Like a jerry curl
For my soul glow
But my niggas vets
Told me how to get a check
Showed me how to see a rat
Cause so many die
Man they tryna take my shine
For money power and respect
Jealousy greed
Really all a nigga need
To try to go make it my time
I pray to god
I dont get left at the light
Cause i aint go pick up that fire
Young nigga
Want blues up
Bitch not friends
Yeah
I just want the bands band
Yeah
Na na na
People they might change
But you know money stay the same
No
Put that put that
Shit on everything
Niggas think
Into shit
For their own
Benefit
I walk in at 6 in the morning
Got paid a good bag from performing
I call up my bitch who be whoring
Ferrari if she was a foreign
She pull up
Then move in accordance
I beat her back
And im roaring
Then back to being lone
In the portrait
And if you dont get what my point is
Point is
Point is
Point is
Got paid a good bag from performing
I call up my bitch who be whoring
Ferrari if she was a foreign
She pull up
Then move in accordance
I beat her back
And im roaring
Then back to being lone
In the portrait
And if you dont get what my point is
Point is
Point is
Point is
Money , money, Cudi
Only things that come close
Riding solo
Aint no us I got me like im supposed to
Aint no us I got me like im supposed to
Young nigga
Want blues up
Bitch not friends
Yeah
I just want the bands band
Yeah
Na na na
People they might change
But you know money stay the same
No
Put that put that
Shit on everything
Niggas think
Into shit
For their own
Benefit
When the shit get real
Aint a friend
Checking in
They say more money
More problems
But im addicted to commas
My niggas strapped
If we assume theres a problem
My niggas ready resolved it
Gun for my back
I wear my heart on my sleeve
My niggas watch where i bleed
I aint even blood
But maybe i should be crip
Cause blue money all that i need yeah yeah
Heart heart cold
Just like a demon yeah
I been hitting up the plug
Serving drugs
Giving deals to my dealer yeah
What the f*ck you thought it was
Having dreams aint free
Im the best to know
I was raising every dime
Selling damn near everything in the crib
For the studio
Thank god
I aint die upon the block
While goin down to see my bro bro
For them nights
I was hustling
From the morning time
Till the sun gone
Late nights
I was walking home
I was all alone
Moving dolo
Coulda got capped
Pulled my top back
Like a jerry curl
For my soul glow
But my niggas vets
Told me how to get a check
Showed me how to see a rat
Cause so many die
Man they tryna take my shine
For money power and respect
Jealousy greed
Really all a nigga need
To try to go make it my time
I pray to god
I dont get left at the light
Cause i aint go pick up that fire
Young nigga
Want blues up
Bitch not friends
Yeah
I just want the bands band
Yeah
Na na na
People they might change
But you know money stay the same
No
Put that put that
Shit on everything
Niggas think
Into shit
For their own
Benefit
I walk in at 6 in the morning
Got paid a good bag from performing
I call up my bitch who be whoring
Ferrari if she was a foreign
She pull up
Then move in accordance
I beat her back
And im roaring
Then back to being lone
In the portrait
And if you dont get what my point is
Point is
Point is
Point is
Writer: CHE ELLIOTT
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Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave